HOPE

Hope is a ray of sun breaking through a darkened sky filled with clouds

A rose still blooming on a cold fall day

A robin walking on snow covered ground



Hope is in words of comfort spoken around a hospital bed

A spontaneous hug given by a child

A rainbow circling around from ground to ground



Hope is in the flickering candle that breaks into darkness

A first spring blossom bursting out in colour

A red stoplight with it's cycle of colours



Hope is in a baby of virgin birth born into a dark world

Trusting God to keep every promise

Resting in His peace and love

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